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Jibaro Siren Cosplay (from Love Death & Robots) by the MUA 老八捌
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"a kiss on forehead" by marina tsvetaeva tr. ilya kaminsky and jean valentine
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I kiss you with all my soul.
August 8, 1950 Simone de Beauvoir, Letters to Sartre
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I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room —
He questioned softly "Why I failed"? "For Beauty", I replied — "And I — for Truth — Themself are One — We Brethren, are", He said
And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night — We talked between the Rooms — Until the Moss had reached our lips — And covered up — our names —
Emily Dickinson, "I died for Beauty — but was scarce," from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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The Night Migrations
by Louise Glück
This is the moment when you see again the red berries of the mountain ash and in the dark sky the birds’ night migrations.
It grieves me to think the dead won’t see them -- these things we depend on, they disappear.
What will the soul do for solace then? I tell myself maybe it won’t need these pleasures anymore; maybe just not being is simply enough, hard as that is to imagine.
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this heart is a haunted house, this heart is a butcher shop
my poetry // trouble every day // hannibal // raw
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